Four tiny hands clutching my fingers.
Four little voices calling me Mama.
Four pairs of blue eyes looking up at me with love.
My chest tightened.
I already loved them more than I ever thought possible.
And their fathers—
I smiled softly, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the curve of my belly. Alan, Alek, and Aaron were driving me insane, but they were also the best men I could have ever hoped for. Overbearing? Yes. Stubborn? Absolutely. But the way they loved me, the way they loved our pups, made every moment worth it.
Would our little ones call them Dad? Papa? Pops?
I bit my lip, stifling a laugh at the thought of Aaron insisting on something cool, only for one of them to call him Dada first.
A sharp pain suddenly twisted through my abdomen, pulling me from my
